Page 90 of Contempt

He grabbed her hips hard, and pulled. In a breath, she was flipped over on the bed. Her knees pushed into the bed, and he yanked her ass high. Two smacks of his palms against her backside had her moaning into the bed.

He didn’t say a thing until the thick length of his cock was pressing into her behind. Slow, at first, and then when he’d worked her pussy just enough to drive her crazy, he started pound into her harder. A steady, deep beat that she swore she could feel in her bones.

“Yeah, baby, let me fuck that pussy. Show me how you love it, Lucia.”

She was this close to coming again when the ringing started. She wasn’t the type to be able to ignore a sound like that, even during sex. If anything, it immediately dragged her out of the moment and into the present.

She cursed under her breath, a dark laugh following right after.

“No, no,” he muttered when she grabbed onto his arm to slow him. “You know you don’t wanna—”

“I have to.”

He stopped fucking her instantly. “Really, right now?”

“Just let me answer it.”

“Fuck,” Renzo muttered, but it sounded a hell of a lot more like a whine than anything else. He pulled away from her like it was the last thing he wanted to do, and all she could do was laugh. “Keep laughing, and watch what happens when you get back in this bed.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Goddamn.”

She crawled off the bed, and headed after her ringing phone in the bag on the couch. She gave him a sexy wink over her shoulder as she pulled the phone out, and answered the call. She still had her eyes on Renzo the whole time.

“Hello?”

“Lucy, care to have dinner with me and a friend today?”

Lucia arched a brow, and turned her back to Renzo so she could talk to her brother. “John?”

“Who else calls you from this number?”

“I didn’t check the ID.”

“Ah, anyway … dinner today with me and a friend.” John cleared his throat, adding, “Actually, you might want to see if you can get Renzo to come along, but stay in the background where he can’t be seen.”

Lucia didn’t like the sound of that. “Who is the friend?”

“It’s not important.”

“It is to me.”

John sighed. “Christian Savino. He’s thrown out a threat that he promises to follow through on if I don’t have a sit down with him over dinner, and—”

Lucia froze. “Bring me along, apparently.”

“His request.”

“Sounds like a demand.”

Lucia turned at the sound of the bed shifting to find Renzo was already off the mattress, and getting dressed. Maybe he could tell something was wrong by the sound of her voice, but he didn’t look pleased.

“Listen, John, I’m not involved in the family business, and I don’t want to be.”

“It can’t be avoided,” John said like he wasn’t giving her a chance to argue, “but you’ll be well protected the entire time. I need to get Christian the hell out of this city—my business with him is over.”

“Apparently not if you’re having dinner with him.”